i hate thinking so much
i hate not knowing but knowing at the same time
i HATE REMEMBERING
i hate pretending things never happened
i hate falling asleep alone
i hate having no idea why
i hate getting no reply
i hate zoning out
i hate having to try so hard
i hate liquor, no i dont. but i hate how it makes me think.
i hate misunderstandings
i like proving people wrong
i love consoling talks involving hearing exactly what you want to hear.
i absolutely loved that two seconds of warmth i felt.
i wish i knew what the fuck i wrote this for.
if this was a perfect world, you would read my blog. you would understand. and i wouldn't feel so alone.
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